Chapter Three

(Hey, y'all!

If you never heard of this song, Stand By Me, then try looking it up on YouTube. There are two versions of the song. The original is by Ben E. King and the other version is when Timon is singing it while he walks around with Pumbaa.

Stand By Me is going to be used in this story and this chapter is—Oh, I don't want to spoil it! You have to read this chapter if you want to find out what it's going to be like. ;-)

Enjoy the story and life as it goes!

-imaginarytoon1)

Greasy:

I was standing outside of the muchacha's house with a guitar in my hand. While I was tuning my guitar, Psycho was giggling and Stupid…wasn't doing anything except looking at Psycho with a blank look on his face.

"Duh, what do we have to do again, Greasy?" Stupid asked.

I face-palmed myself and groaned.

"I'm going to tell you one last time and I want you to preste atención! While we were exploring the muchacha's mind a few days ago, I found this song and I want to sing it to her…you know, I kind of want her to like me even more." I explained.

"How do you know that a song is going to work, Greasy?" Psycho asked.

"If Romeo can persuade Juliet to be his lover, then I bet a song can work with the muchacha. Besides, she plays the piano and has a pretty good taste in music." I replied. "Now, you two know what to do. Psycho, you start the song with the bass and Stupid, you hum along. You two ready?"

"Uh, yeah." Stupid replied.

"Time to wake Pretty Girly!" Psycho giggled.

I pulled out a glass of water and a wooden stool out of thin air (Toon tricks and gags never die) and I set them aside on my left. I, then, walked to the window and I tapped on it a couple of times.

…..

Beatrice:

My heart started to beat at a quick pace, like it usually does whenever I get scared of something. It started to beat so fast that I felt like I couldn't breathe. But I knew that I can't be scared for long.

I'm going to talk some sense into Smarty! I thought as I took my frying pan out from underneath my pillow. I'm trying to relax after my sleep-walking event and I don't want to have anything to do with Smarty or his plan on trying to torture me and Tommy!

I took a deep breath, put my glasses on, and I slowly walked to my bedroom window. After walking a few steps, I ran to my left side of the wall and pressed my back against it. I was breathing hard.

After a few seconds of re-collecting myself, I slowly peeked behind the curtain and looked through my window, not fully exposing my head or face.

At first, I didn't see anyone. Then, all of the sudden, a familiar Toon face with swirling eyes popped out of nowhere and I jumped back in fear, closing the curtain in the process.

PSYCHO?! I thought.

"Psycho, volver a donde estabas parado y no te muevas!" I heard Greasy say to Psycho.

What the heck are those weasels doing? I thought.

"Hola, muchacha. Did you miss me?" Greasy asked.

I wasn't sure if I had to answer that.

"I missed you a lot. I was thinking about you a lot for the past few days and I wasn't sure if you were still recovering from your sleep-walking experience." Greasy said.

"I'm still recovering from my sleep-walking experience." I replied.

"That's good. I just came to your house and I wanted to see if you were doing all right. I even wanted to share this song with you and I think you know this one. I'll begin playing, if you don't mind."

Then, I heard a repetitive 'Dum-dum-dum dum' humming along with a humming instrument, probably a bass. I'm guessing Greasy brought along Stupid. After the humming continued for another ten seconds, I heard Greasy strum a guitar and he began to sing.

"When the night…has come…" Greasy sang.

Oh, no! It's one of my least favorite songs! I thought. Geez, why did Greasy have to pick this song?!

"…And the moon…is the only light we'll see…

No, I won't…be afraid.

No, I won't…be afraid…

Just as long…as you stand…stand by me.

So, darlin', darlin', stand…by me.

Ohhhh, stand…by me.

Oh, stand…stand by me…"

As Greasy pauses during an interlude, I rubbed my eyes, took off my glasses, and put them on my desk before going back under the covers of my bed. This really isn't a good time for someone to come to my room and sing an annoying song around three o'clock—No, wait, it's three-thirty—in the morning. I mean, c'mon! I need my sleep. If I don't get enough sleep, you probably don't want to be around me in the morning because I can get awfully crabby.

"If the sky…that we look upon…" Greasy sang while Stupid (I'm not sure) was singing 'Oooooh' and I covered my head with my pillow.

"Should tumble and fall…

Or the mountains…should crumble…

To the sea.

I won't cry…"

"You won't cry?" I heard Psycho say to Greasy.

"NO!" Greasy sang.

"I won't…shed a tear…"

"Won't shed a tear?" Stupid (AH-HA!) asked.

"…Just as long…as you stand…stand by me.

So, darlin', darlin', stand…by me…"

I heard my bedroom door open and Tommy walked in. He was rubbing his eyes and looks like he hasn't slept for weeks.

"Tommy, is everything all right?" I asked.

"I just dreamt a bizarre dream." He replied, sleepily. "I dreamt that Yen Sid was running a trial and we were a part of it."

I sat up in shock.

"You, too?!" I exclaimed but not loud enough to wake Mom and Dad.

"What do you mean by that, Beatrice?" Tommy asked.

"I dreamt that I was in a trial and you and the Toon Patrol were there. And there was this…sorcerer or wizard…who wanted me to make the Toon Patrol change themselves."

"That was also a part of my dream!"

"…and darlin', darlin', stand…by me…" Greasy sang.

"What is going on?" Tommy asked.

"You hear that, too?!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah. What is going on? I'm hearing someone singing outside of your bedroom and I shared the same dream with you! What's next? And who's singing?"

"It's Greasy. Somehow, he managed to come to our world with Psycho and Stupid. I don't think that Greasy will stop singing. Even if I tell him to stop, he's still going to sing."

Tommy yawned.

"Do you want me to talk to him?" He asked.

"Yes but don't punch him or anything because things won't work out after that." I replied.

Tommy leaves the room and I heard him open the front door. Almost immediately after that, Greasy stops singing, Stupid stops humming along with the bass, and the bass is no longer being played…possibly by Psycho.

"Hey, chaval. How are you doing?" I heard Greasy say to Tommy.

"I'm tired but fine." Tommy replied.

"Why did you come out here? Is muchacha okay?"

"Beatrice is all right but she's really tired right now. She told me to tell you that you need to stop playing the music because it's way too early and she needs to sleep."

"Oh, okay. Well, tell her that I'm sorry for waking her up and I'll see her some other time…when she's not so tired."

"Good night, Pretty Girly." Psycho said to me, even though I'm .

"Tener una buena noche, chaval." Greasy said to Tommy.

"Tú también, Greasy." Tommy replied.

"Buenas noches, muchacha." Greasy said to me.

"He's saying 'Good night', Beatrice." Tommy said.

I sighed.

"Good night, Greasy." I said, sleepily.

Then, I heard Tommy come in to the house and he walked into my room.

"Now that everything's settled, let's go to sleep." He said and walked out of my room. "We kind of have a long day tomorrow."

"Good idea." I said.

It is now three-forty-five in the morning.

…..

Tommy:

When morning came, I almost forgot about what happened last night. It wasn't until my feet touched the carpet of my bedroom floor when I began to remember last night's events.

I was in a courtroom with Beatrice and many Toons from movies that I used to watch as a kid. I thought. The Toon Patrol was there, too. Not all of the weasels looked very happy.

Then after walking off my bed and getting ready to walk out of my room, I stepped on something and it sounded like someone crumbling up a bag of potato chips. I looked down and I saw…a fortune cookie?

I picked up the cookie and looked at the plastic wrap.

The Joy Of Memories and Messages was what the label said.

I tore open the wrapper and broke the cookie in half. I pulled out a little slip of paper.

"There is a great destiny waiting for you in your future."

Uh, what destiny? I don't know if there's a destiny for me.

Surprised and stunned, I walked out of my room and quietly knocked on Beatrice's bedroom door.

"Come in." Beatrice said.

"Beatrice, did you leave any fortune cookies in my room?" I asked.

"No, why?"

I showed her the fortune.

After looking at the fortune for a few seconds, Beatrice gasped.

"Don't tell me that you're getting fortunes, too!" She exclaimed.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"I got fortunes too! They're all about loyalty, memories, love, and bringing back old friends. What does your fortune say?"

"It said something about a destiny, a great one, is store for the future."

"What's next after that? A magic lamp dropping out of the sky?"

Then, something…dropped out of the sky and it hit me on the head.

"What just hit me?" I asked and rubbed my head.

"It's…oh my goodness…it's a magic lamp." Beatrice said. "It looks like that lamp from Aladdin."

"Let me see."

Beatrice gave me the lamp and I carefully began to observe it.

"Yep, this is definitely the lamp from Aladdin." I said.

"I know that it's an object in a fictional movie but…if one of us rubbed the lamp, will it release a genie or something?"

"I don't know but I'm going to give it a shot. But since the both of us found the lamp, let's each rub the lamp with our own hands and watch it."

Then, I placed the lamp on Beatrice's desk. We sat down and looked at each other.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Ready when you are." Beatrice replied.

Then, we rubbed the sides of the lamp for a few seconds and waited.